The tree canopy in the Whispering Woods grew thick enough to choke out the midday sun, turning the forest floor into a maze of grey light and deep, cold shadows. The air smelled of wet pine, damp soil, and the sharp, static tang of unstable wild magic.We moved as a five-person unit through the brush, ignoring the beaten path that the other student squads had taken toward the eastern clearings. Kael took the point, his massive frame parting the dense ferns with minimal disturbance, while Adrian drifted silently at our rear, his dark coat swallowing the ambient light. Silas kept pace near my left shoulder, his eyes darting continuously across the tree line to monitor the fluctuating magical static on his bronze compass, and Lucien walked to my right, his blue eyes sharp and analytical as he scanned the terrain."The magic density out here is shifting," Silas muttered, tapping the glass face of his compass. The needle was spinning erratically, completely ignoring true north. "We’ve c
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